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I caught a glimpse of her face eclipsed by the artificial shade of tint. A glimpse of this stranger familiar to me from some seemingly random moment in life. It was all that was needed to bring her lingering memory to my cortex, remnants of her taste still dance on my tongue, the sound of her sensual obscenities racing past her tongue escaping her lips into my ears. I inhale her scent like she never left, the fragrance of her allure lightly perfumed - intoxicating - fills my lungs, I breathe her. The pale moon light kissing her caramel flesh softly, the warmth of her body and her heart throbbing beneath her skin in anticipation. These visions vivid in my mind, screaming to escape - begging to materialise; forced to submit to circumstance.

But all they are, are recollections, it feels like a lifetime past since her, since me, since us - since I felt the warmth and welcome between her thighs; a lifetime in a simpler time, when we had not discovered each others secrets. I thought I saw her last night; but when I woke at the witching hour it was clear it was only a dream, a tortured twisting of flesh locked in a passionate samba.

This goddess of my R.E.M obscure to my reality. There she is, I think, passing by oblivious to my existence, faded, blurred. So quickly she went by, a figment of my imagination, my mirage, my opiate. Days adrift languishing in memories of experiences - distant recollection of pleasure, of sounds, feelings and taste, which now feels as foreign to me as my existence.